The mountainous climb from the hot springs to Kitsune’s mansion had been a lively one. Due to the distance and the cliff-like structures of cloud, the trek was not an easy one, involving copious amounts of walking and several stops and transfers along Kumo’s great trolley system. Sairasu would be able to see and hear the evening going-ons of Kumogakuians, even more so when the three of them reached the residential district settled firmly alongside a large mountain.
Academy students, recently let out of classes were scattered in various directions, either chasing each other or running home. The laughter of children trailing behind them floated through the air. A few even took to the rooftops of Cloud, utilizing their chakra to take large and dangerous leaps over buildings. They would quickly be admonished by guards on duty who would quite often know the child by name. The bars were beginning to open as café’s started to close. The scent of food carried through the air from open restaurant windows, the weather warm enough and nice enough to allow such things to happen.
“One more trolley ride, I promise.” Kahako said, paying for their fare with a few coins and quickly boarding the car. This one, unlike the others, was fairly empty. A few groups of people sat separated from each other. Most noticeably, non-shinobi civilians sat away from the shinobi who were still in their gear heading home. A couple main branch shinobi were on duty, standing at the end of the trolley car. If Sairasu had noticed on the way up the hill, there always seemed to be guards in places that had large amounts of people, however on every single trolley, there were at least two main branch shinobi stationed. “Our stop is the third to last.” Kahako said, clearly used to the patrols around the city.
The cart lurched. The conductor could be seen in the front pulling on a long rope that signaled the departure whistle. A rumbling noise was heard from the wired pulley system and soon, they were heading upwards along the steep slope. It had been too loud for them to speak before hand. The sheer amount of people heading home drowned out any form of conversation they could have. Here, however, the conversations around them were muttered. “So do either of you have any preference as to what you would like for dinner?” Kahako said, leaning against the railing as she did not really wish to sit on the benches. Her scarf trailed along, flowing gently in the breeze as the cable car moved. She crossed her arms and rested her head on them. Closing her eyes, Kahako let herself relax a little. She did not wish for Sairasu and Shashu to see that she was fatigued, so instead she feinted like she was just enjoying the breeze.
On the other end of the car, a small group of civilians were muttering as they eyeballed Sairasu, looking away occasionally. They look uncomfortable, as if afraid to be around the tall man. Every sudden movement he made would cause one female to jump slightly before holding her toddler a little closer to her. The off duty shinobi on the train appeared relaxed, their conversation just as calm and merry as it was before they got on, but they were also watching the group of three, mainly Sairasu more so than the two girls.
Academy students, recently let out of classes were scattered in various directions, either chasing each other or running home. The laughter of children trailing behind them floated through the air. A few even took to the rooftops of Cloud, utilizing their chakra to take large and dangerous leaps over buildings. They would quickly be admonished by guards on duty who would quite often know the child by name. The bars were beginning to open as café’s started to close. The scent of food carried through the air from open restaurant windows, the weather warm enough and nice enough to allow such things to happen.
“One more trolley ride, I promise.” Kahako said, paying for their fare with a few coins and quickly boarding the car. This one, unlike the others, was fairly empty. A few groups of people sat separated from each other. Most noticeably, non-shinobi civilians sat away from the shinobi who were still in their gear heading home. A couple main branch shinobi were on duty, standing at the end of the trolley car. If Sairasu had noticed on the way up the hill, there always seemed to be guards in places that had large amounts of people, however on every single trolley, there were at least two main branch shinobi stationed. “Our stop is the third to last.” Kahako said, clearly used to the patrols around the city.
The cart lurched. The conductor could be seen in the front pulling on a long rope that signaled the departure whistle. A rumbling noise was heard from the wired pulley system and soon, they were heading upwards along the steep slope. It had been too loud for them to speak before hand. The sheer amount of people heading home drowned out any form of conversation they could have. Here, however, the conversations around them were muttered. “So do either of you have any preference as to what you would like for dinner?” Kahako said, leaning against the railing as she did not really wish to sit on the benches. Her scarf trailed along, flowing gently in the breeze as the cable car moved. She crossed her arms and rested her head on them. Closing her eyes, Kahako let herself relax a little. She did not wish for Sairasu and Shashu to see that she was fatigued, so instead she feinted like she was just enjoying the breeze.
On the other end of the car, a small group of civilians were muttering as they eyeballed Sairasu, looking away occasionally. They look uncomfortable, as if afraid to be around the tall man. Every sudden movement he made would cause one female to jump slightly before holding her toddler a little closer to her. The off duty shinobi on the train appeared relaxed, their conversation just as calm and merry as it was before they got on, but they were also watching the group of three, mainly Sairasu more so than the two girls.
